Yu Zhengzong's first reaction was that this inn was a black shop. She struggled a few times without tears. Could this be a flower picker?

If there were men without martial arts, she could knock down one or two, but there was a vacuum in her bed now. If she fought with this man, wouldn't she be exposed?

She bit her lip tightly, and moved her tight legs back quietly. After touching the cold clothes, she slightly bent her knees and kicked the man's lifeline.

Yu Zhengtong's movements were steady and ruthless, but his reaction speed was astonishingly fast. As soon as he raised his legs, he restrained her feet, and no matter how hard she struggled, she could not exert any strength.

Unable to struggle away, she had no choice but to make a desperate move. When she opened her mouth, she roared heartbreakingly: "Help -"

Just as she howled, a familiar voice came from behind, and he bit her shoulder: "Shut up."

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

Painful pains came from her shoulders, and her white skin was a little red from the grinding of her teeth. She took a breath of cold air in pain, tears rolled back and forth in her eyes, but she no longer dared to make a sound.

There was a rapid knock on the door, and Xiao Yuqing asked in a deep voice: "Miss Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Zhengzong wanted to tell him that there was a devil from hell lying behind her, but she didn't dare to say more because she was afraid that her head would be separated like that of the madam.

She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the crying in her voice: "I'm fine."

Xiao Yuqing hesitated: "But I just heard you calling for help."

Yu Zhengzong was about to open her mouth to deal with it, but she felt something cool and soft pressing against the back of her neck.

The slender arms were placed on her slender waist through the thin brocade mattress, and the palms with clear bones slowly moved upward in the darkness, touching Yingruan with a hint of coldness.

Xiao Yuqing's voice came from outside the door again: "Miss Yu, why don't you speak?"

With a smile on her face, Rong Shang repeated softly in a wicked voice: "Miss Yu, why don't you speak?"

Yu Zhengzong wanted to give him a backhand slap, but why didn't she say anything? Didn't he have some thoughts in his heart?

Seeing that she remained silent, Xiao Yuqing noticed something strange. He was about to kick the door open when he heard her slightly apologetic voice: "I just had a nightmare, did I disturb you?"

He breathed a sigh of relief: "No, I haven't gone to bed yet."

The air was silent for a moment, and after the two of them were silent for a while, Xiao Yuqing said in a warm voice: "If Miss Yu can't sleep, why don't we go out for a walk together?"

She hesitated, feeling slightly agitated.

In the dead of night, on a gravel road, the two of them held an oil-paper umbrella and walked in the gentle breeze and drizzle.

Although she has never been in love, following the routine of romance novels, Xiao Yuqing is not allowed to fall in love with her and reveal some secrets buried deep in her heart.

Then this secret becomes a common secret between the two of them, and he will get closer to her because of it, and she will become a person with a different meaning in his heart.

The time, place, and people are favorable, and all we owe is the east wind.

Yu Zhengzong tilted his head pitifully, and there was a hint of temptation in his deliberately lowered voice: "He asked me to go out, what should I do?"

The man behind her put his chin on her shoulder, his thin lips brushed against her earlobe intentionally or unintentionally, and his hot breath sprayed into the ear, causing her to almost scream.

General Rong Shang tightened his arms slightly, forcing her to lean back. He pressed close to her ear, whispering like a word of love: "Would you like to go out and give it a try?"

He smiled and said: "You are a lonely furnace."

Yu Zhengtong was startled, and his heart skipped two beats.

Is he jealous?

Rong Shang: "He is too."

Yu Zhengzong: “…………”

He gave the order: "So you are not allowed to go out."

She seemed to have swallowed a fly, and after a while she squeezed out a complete sentence between her teeth: "It's raining outside, Brother Xiao, please go to bed early."

Xiao Yuqing heard her refusal, so he didn't insist anymore. He just told her to cover herself up at night, then turned and left.

Yu Zhengzong's eyes were red. She had been single for almost forty years in her two lifetimes. She finally found a good-quality man to develop with. She might even be able to kiss him during the night scene. In the end, she was screwed by this bastard, the Ghost King.

Already.

The moonlight shines on the earth through the dark clouds, the drizzle gently blows through the leaves, and there is a rustle outside the window, but it cannot cover up the choking sound in her throat.

Rong Shang smelled the fragrance of her hair and murmured: "Why are you crying?"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard to suppress them: "I didn't cry."

Rong Shang: "You're crying."

Yu Zhengzong: "I didn't cry."

Verse: "Anyone who lies will have his tongue cut out."

Yu Zhengzong: "Okay, I cried."

Rong Shang: "Don't cry."

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

His breath was hot and his voice was a little hoarse.

As if whispering to himself, with a bit of stubbornness, he repeated those words again: "Don't cry..."

Silence returned to the air, and she turned around cautiously, faintly seeing his pale and weak face in the darkness.

The hazy moonlight shrouded the top of his head, reflecting the three thousand blue hairs as soft as silk. His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and an imperceptible blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks. He looked very painful.

It was raining lightly outside the house. She held her breath, stretched out her fingers and trembled twice, then slowly moved them towards the center of his eyebrows.

She guessed that he was having another nightmare.

The moment her fingertips touched his eyebrows, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes: "The night I killed her alone, it was raining in the East China Sea."

Yu's steaming fingers were frozen between his forehead, and there was a burning heat under his fingertips.

He had a fever and seemed to start talking nonsense.

His dark eyes were full of ridicule: "She was kneeling on the ground like a slave, crying and begging me not to kill her husband."

She didn't know if he was awake at the moment, so she could only respond perfunctorily: "It's all over."

He was smiling, but the moonlight never illuminated his face: "There is no past."

"Do you want to kill Gu?" he whispered.

Yu Zhengzong said against his will: "I don't want to."

Of course she thought, she wanted to split his brain open with an ax and see if his brain was filled with fertilizer.

He caused her to be unable to practice cultivation, caused her to be isolated in Penglai Mountain for more than ten years, and caused her to lose her mother, who was her closest relative.

Although the scumbag who killed his wife and became enlightened was her father, her mother was a Mahayana monk of Mu Linggen and was only one step away from ascending to immortality.

If he hadn't killed the dragon and left no grass growing in the world of immortality, her mother would not have been so weak that she was killed by a Nascent Soul stage scumbag.

She was born with a transcarnation, and she had endured all the grievances her original owner had suffered. No one knew how she spent her nightmarish childhood.

Without her mother by her side, she almost died at the hands of Mrs. Lu countless times.

He was really mad that he would ask her such a stupid question.

How many people don't want to set him ashes in these six realms?

Obviously he doesn't believe her words.

He didn't know where to pull out a dagger and threw it beside her pillow: "Thunderstorms, lonely without divine power."

"Surning to the name of God, there is no false."

Yu steaming and steaming, in her mind, that day was in Luan Temple, he fell on the ground and almost frozen into ice sculpture.

The name of God is the most poisonous vow of the God of God.

He dared to swear by God, and proved that he did not lie.

The moonlight hit the blade, reflecting the cold light, and she looked at the dagger over her head.

He whispered to seduce: "Pick it up, you can kill alone."

The devil whispered in her ear, like the curse of the poisonous poison, which made her unable to raise her arms involuntarily.

His black paint was dyed with a trace of yin.

She is not different from the world, they all want to kill him.

His pale and cold palm set up ice condensation, slowly condensed into a three -inch ice edge cream.

As long as she picked up the dagger, he pierced her heart with ice.

She slowly sideways, and her slightly lifted her arms on his waist. She nestled her head in his neck and whispered: "I'm sleepy."

He froze, with a soft body nestled in her arms. She had a refreshing fragrance between her hair.

She seemed to be really tired, but a stable breathing came from a moment.

He thought about it, threw the ice edge of the palm to the ground, sniffed the fragrance of the pancreas on her, and fell asleep.

After hearing the crispy of the object, the steamed sobbing breathlessly.

She was scared to death. If she hadn't seen the reflection on the blade of the dagger and saw the ice in his hand, she would definitely be violent on the spot today.
To be continued...